But since in her heart she is a caring person, she started to get into the other Kirstens’ story lines and began to pass messages on for them.

“No, I’m not the Kirsten Williams you’re looking for, but I’m very sorry for the loss of your grandmother …”

The mix up has gotten merrier. Kirsten recently posted this on Facebook:

“Apparently, one of the wrong Kirstens from my email is getting married. I'm getting her wedding dress shopping appointment confirmations. Sadly, she's shopping at a chain store that doesn't accept my replies, so I'm a bit concerned about this — if she buys a dress there, am I going to get her email that it's ready to pick up? I am happy for her, though.”

One of Kirsten’s friends asked how many other Kirstens there are.

“I don't know,” Kirsten said. “At least four. But then there are a bunch of generic emails I get that could belong to any one of them or that could belong to other Kirstens entirely. I suspect this is a new one, as I don't remember Idaho being mentioned before.”

My brother John asked if she could rent her wedding dress. I went further and suggested she show up for the appointment.

“It’s like an identity switch plot,” I said.

Facebook is all about identity, and frequently posts quizzes so that you can examine who you truly are.

What is your true nature? I am Quirky.

What does your name mean in French? It means Intriguing.

What is your true hair color? Mine is Pink. There were several questions on the quiz, but I think they went strictly by the choice I made on the color wheel at the beginning of the quiz. Apparently, I didn’t get close enough to red.

What natural disaster compares to your temper? I am a Volcano, quiet most of the time but given to sudden, scary explosions. True.

Sometimes I totally disagree with the results of my quiz. What is your 70’s rock anthem? I got the nostalgic number “Oh What a Night” by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. But that is not my true 70’s anthem. It is “Get Off Of My Cloud” by the Rolling Stones.

According to Songfacts, Mick Jagger called the song “a stop-bugging-me, post-teenage-alienation song.”

By now I am very far past post-teenage-alienation, so I am quite ready to claim it as my anthem and my reaction to any type of criticism.

My friend Jeanette got “Hotel California.” “Good song,” she posted. I wonder what it all means.

Speaking of Jeanette, Facebook often reveals surprising things about your friends. It seems Jeanette’s husband tried to watch “People’s Court” while she was napping one day. Always passionate, she wrote, “I really dislike that show and all those (who) like it.”

In absolute honesty, I was bound to say to my friend of 47 years, “I’m sorry, Jeanette! I’m a fan.” “Oh dear Gail!” she responded.

My brother John defended “Judge Judy,” which he and his daughter enjoy. “It's a good teaching experience — showing her what people fight over — mostly apartments, pets, ex-boyfriends, and cars (the big things).”

“And playing the trombone late at night,” I added. Come to think of it, that was an apartment fight.